Each Saturday, the little girl went to the library, for she didn't much bother with church. She would get up just as sunlight began to pour over the still-sleeping world, and she'd pack a bag full of snacks and books. Then, quiet as a mouse, she'd slip into the streets of her village.
When she got to the library, the little girl would sit by the doors and wait for the librarian to get there. She would work on needlepoint or count ants or measure things with her old wooden ruler or dream of sailing the seven seas.
Then finally the librarian would arrive, and he would smile and greet her as he opened up the great double doors. She'd follow at his tail, clicking her heels impatiently. The girl would climb up a rickety ladder into a nook above the doorway, from which she could look down and watch the people entering the library. A pretty circular window brought light down to her. The librarian called it "Mouse's Perch", for she was the most mouselike girl he'd seen.
So the little mouse-girl would sit and wait for her favorite guest to come.
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The Library
FantasyA young girl meets a favorite guest every Saturday at the library. She discovers an old book, and begins to wonder if the guest is who she says she is.
